On Time Management

Life is often lost

Because of

Good intentions

Almost all of our

Beliefs are false

By the time we discover

This we are old

Therefore strangers

Use your time

Not only wisely

But use it to get

Rid of illusions

Love

Love is under construction

Hiding

Life is a great struggle

Like a gentle dance

Not yet taken place

Or being on going

In the raum of long past

There is always a party

Going on somewhere

Flowers on the boats

When Dionysius arrives

After the long almost

Eternal boat

Time To Write

Time is the precious resource

Always to much or more often to little

Finding time is so necessary

You just have to take it

The horror of writing

After All

What is there to learn

From this long and tedious story

That has broken every bone in our body

What makes life meaningful and great

Is still not clear or obvious

Good people suffer and justice is not on

The menu

Time will break all bonds

But love is a great thing

Lost Time

Time running through my mind

Loosing some seconds here and there

What happened?

Where is my soul today?

Lost, like my mind and will

Now I am here late in life listening

And looking for a path to live by

Death Clock

The clock of death keeps on ticking

While all your problems keep on sticking

In the very end it is not so much left

Some memories, some things

And a feeling of being on the

Wrong side of history

This is forever my story

Being a loser at any time

Now it does not matter anymore

I will just look for the door